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"Now, hold your hand paralell over the broom and say up," Oliver was saying, remembering what Madam Hooch was telling them the first class. He didn't really prepare, as he was supposed to, just went by his instincts.
"Up," came from then and there, as twenty first years were saying in their small voices.
"No, not like that..." Oliver said, running away to a first year Slytherin girl, with her dark hair in a pony tail.
"You're supposed to say it gently... not snap at it Miss..."
"Wilks," said the first year girl in a feeble.
"Miss Wilks... now say it gently..."
"Up," said the girl gently, but the broom was still lying on the grass. When Oliver turned around, she continued snapping at the broom and the broom eventually flew into her hand.
Oliver was looking and correcting other students. Later he showed them the proper way to mount their brooms and they were flying around for some time.
After the class, a murky Slytherin approached him.
"Do you really know Gabriel Aherne?" the boy asked.
Oliver made a scrunched up face for a second, but answered: "Yes, I do know him."
"Could you make him come over to Hogwarts?" asked the guy sweetly, as many other students came to hear what was that about.
"Sure," said Oliver, having a nasty feeling in his throat. But he still managed a polite smile.
When every student was gone to their next class, only one girl was left. She approached Oliver as he was picking up students' brooms.
"I think you should've made the Puddlemere Uniter team, Professor, instead of Aharne. You are a much better Quidditch Player," she said to him, making a puppy face.
"Well thank you very much Wilks," Oliver smiled. Just the comment of a little girl made his day tiny bit brighter.
Oliver spend his spare period in his room sleeping. He wasn't used to getting up so early. When he woke up it was time to go and have a lunch.
Severus, in the Great Hall, greeted him with a nasty smile.
"You know, we have mirrors at Hogwarts."
Oliver, feeling a bit uneasy in front of Severus because of thing he said last night, knew immediately what Severus was referring to. He smoothed his hair quickly and glanced at food. He didn't really care what he was pouring in to eat because he was really hungry.
"You missed breakfast," Severus commented after some time.
"I slept in," Oliver responded, mouthful.
"Does the sun rise later in Scotland?" Severus asked cynically, not looking at Oliver. Oliver has just noticed that Snape wasn't eating anything.
"No... we just go to bed later because we drink and party every night," Oliver said sarcastically after swallowing a large bite.
"Don't you try to outwit me with sarcasm!" Snape suddenly snapped at Oliver.
Oliver chuckled lightly. He was never like this with Snape when he was his student. But he never hated Snape that much because Snape never found him too fond to pick on.
"I am sorry, Professor. I assure you that it won't happen again," said Oliver in frank voice.
They finished their meal with saying nothing else. Oliver finished quickly and fled away from Fleur who was scrutinising him as she was eating, from the other side of the table. Her glare was opaque.
Oliver went then and took out the brooms for the two upcoming classes. Actually only few brooms were needed for them. Oliver had the exact list of brooms that the students possessed and that they were supposed to bring to the class.
"Nice Nimbus 3000, Potter," greeted Oliver upon Gryffindors arriving for their lesson.
"Thanks..." smiled Harry and took a stand where they [Harry, Ron, and Hermione] always stood.
The rest of the class arrived. Slytherins lined up opposite of Gryffindors. Oliver noticed Draco Malfoy clutching an Iron Falcon. A type that was only produced in ten copies. Seven were bought of by Danish Quidditch team, one was in hands of a famous broom collector, one belonged to our favourite snotty Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, and the last one was not bought yet. Currently, wizards from everywhere were bidding on it.
Oliver gave away four brooms to people that didn't have one. He gave one to Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan (who blew up his old one), and an ashamed Slytherin.
Oliver started telling them about the tricks to steady the course when the wind is too harsh. He was going on and on how it's really important to stay on the course by steadying your body movement and concentrating, when the famous 'blah-blah-blah-my-father-blah-blah-blah' drawl finally started to irritate him.
"Mister Malfoy, what do you think you are doing?" Oliver asked in stern tone, eyeing Malfoy Jr displeasingly. Whole class stared at Malfoy who was boasting off to Pansy Parkinson.
Malfoy turned his stare to Oliver and said: "Nothing, Oliver."
"Professor Wood, for you."
"Come on, we're old buddies," Draco sneered.
"Ten point off Slytherin, Malfoy," growled Oliver silently and continued talking to the class.
Malfoy was quietly for some time, that didn't exceed length of thirty seconds, when he started telling something to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy, that is another ten points off Slytherin. Next time I hear you utter a single word, I'm taking you immediately for a talk with your Head."
"I have understood Professor... what's your last name again," sneered Draco.
Oliver drew a deep breath and said and calmly as he could: "Potter, I want you take over the class as I take *Draco* to the Head of Slytherin."
Oliver then trailed off with Draco following him casually.
Oliver walked with Draco behind him without turning around. When they reached Snape's dungeon -
"Go and fetch Severus Snape."
Oliver uttered this in such voice that Draco did not protest.
Before going away, Draco gave Oliver a dark look, and still clutching his broom, went inside Snape's dungeon.
Minute later, Snape appeared, followed by Draco.
"What is all this about... my student tells me some interesting things," Snape said in perfectly calm voice.
"Your [i]student[/i] is being rude and he does not seem to know what it means when he's told to shut up," said Oliver, his serenity matching Snape's. But inside his blood was boiling.
"Draco, go back to your class," Snape ordered and Draco did so. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Yes," answered Oliver and started following Snape as the older man led him to his office.
Snape closed the door of the office behind him, and Oliver started: "I think that his bahaviour is rude and inappropriate..."
"Cut the shit," Snape sighed, pulling Oliver towards him and kissing him.
Oliver was being held by his shoulders close to Severus, as Severus was not getting his mouth off Oliver's, creating a vacuum.
It took Oliver some time to notice what was happening to him and to push himself away.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" snarled Oliver as he finally pushed himself away from Severus.
Severus licked his lips and responded: "You said you were interested in me..."
"I didn't mean it..."
"Oh, really? And why are you here?" Severus sneered.
"Because I want to talk to you about Draco Malfoy," Oliver said, wiping his mouth off his sleeve.
"This has nothing to do with Draco Malfoy... don't tell me there was absolutely no other way for you to deal with him then coming to me? He didn't castrate Harry Potter, he just didn't shut up," Snape made a point. And Oliver saw it.
Of course, that would explain why he had no intentions of screwing Fleur last night.
"And what were you doing in my office last night?" Snape asked, going closer to Oliver who just stood there.
"I wanted to know what time is the teachers' meeting..." Oliver spat looking straight into Severus' dark eyes.
"Oh really? Wasn't there Auntie Minerva to ask that?"
"She wasn't there... neither was Dumbledore..."
"So wasn't there any other teacher available with whom you were getting along at least a wee bit better then with me?" Snape said cynically, taking a hold of Oliver's shoulder again. Severus was slightly taller then Oliver.
"I don't know... I just wanted to bug you..." Oliver answered, closing his eyes.
"Bug me.... eh? Or tease me?" he asked, putting another hand on another shoulder of Oliver's.
"You evil old man..."
"You see my point there, laddie..." smirked Snape.
Oliver stood there and opened his mouth without a word. Snape knew what to do - he kissed Oliver. Oliver enjoyed Snape's tongue playing inside his mouth, going everywhere.
Snape slowly loosened the grip of Oliver's shoulders, travelling with his palms over Oliver's broad back.
After some time Severus let go of Oliver, but Oliver just stood there, eyes closed, his mouth still moving.
"You want more?" sneered Severus.
Oliver nodded pulling Severus' body to his.
"I believe we both class to teach," Severus said lightly and ushered Oliver outside.
Oliver retreated and went back to teaching his class.
Draco wasn't making any more problems.
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"Now, hold your hand paralell over the broom and say up," Oliver was saying, remembering what Madam Hooch was telling them the first class. He didn't really prepare, as he was supposed to, just went by his instincts.
"Up," came from then and there, as twenty first years were saying in their small voices.
"No, not like that..." Oliver said, running away to a first year Slytherin girl, with her dark hair in a pony tail.
"You're supposed to say it gently... not snap at it Miss..."
"Wilks," said the first year girl in a feeble.
"Miss Wilks... now say it gently..."
"Up," said the girl gently, but the broom was still lying on the grass. When Oliver turned around, she continued snapping at the broom and the broom eventually flew into her hand.
Oliver was looking and correcting other students. Later he showed them the proper way to mount their brooms and they were flying around for some time.
After the class, a murky Slytherin approached him.
"Do you really know Gabriel Aherne?" the boy asked.
Oliver made a scrunched up face for a second, but answered: "Yes, I do know him."
"Could you make him come over to Hogwarts?" asked the guy sweetly, as many other students came to hear what was that about.
"Sure," said Oliver, having a nasty feeling in his throat. But he still managed a polite smile.
When every student was gone to their next class, only one girl was left. She approached Oliver as he was picking up students' brooms.
"I think you should've made the Puddlemere Uniter team, Professor, instead of Aharne. You are a much better Quidditch Player," she said to him, making a puppy face.
"Well thank you very much Wilks," Oliver smiled. Just the comment of a little girl made his day tiny bit brighter.
Oliver spend his spare period in his room sleeping. He wasn't used to getting up so early. When he woke up it was time to go and have a lunch.
Severus, in the Great Hall, greeted him with a nasty smile.
"You know, we have mirrors at Hogwarts."
Oliver, feeling a bit uneasy in front of Severus because of thing he said last night, knew immediately what Severus was referring to. He smoothed his hair quickly and glanced at food. He didn't really care what he was pouring in to eat because he was really hungry.
"You missed breakfast," Severus commented after some time.
"I slept in," Oliver responded, mouthful.
"Does the sun rise later in Scotland?" Severus asked cynically, not looking at Oliver. Oliver has just noticed that Snape wasn't eating anything.
"No... we just go to bed later because we drink and party every night," Oliver said sarcastically after swallowing a large bite.
"Don't you try to outwit me with sarcasm!" Snape suddenly snapped at Oliver.
Oliver chuckled lightly. He was never like this with Snape when he was his student. But he never hated Snape that much because Snape never found him too fond to pick on.
"I am sorry, Professor. I assure you that it won't happen again," said Oliver in frank voice.
They finished their meal with saying nothing else. Oliver finished quickly and fled away from Fleur who was scrutinising him as she was eating, from the other side of the table. Her glare was opaque.
Oliver went then and took out the brooms for the two upcoming classes. Actually only few brooms were needed for them. Oliver had the exact list of brooms that the students possessed and that they were supposed to bring to the class.
"Nice Nimbus 3000, Potter," greeted Oliver upon Gryffindors arriving for their lesson.
"Thanks..." smiled Harry and took a stand where they [Harry, Ron, and Hermione] always stood.
The rest of the class arrived. Slytherins lined up opposite of Gryffindors. Oliver noticed Draco Malfoy clutching an Iron Falcon. A type that was only produced in ten copies. Seven were bought of by Danish Quidditch team, one was in hands of a famous broom collector, one belonged to our favourite snotty Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, and the last one was not bought yet. Currently, wizards from everywhere were bidding on it.
Oliver gave away four brooms to people that didn't have one. He gave one to Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan (who blew up his old one), and an ashamed Slytherin.
Oliver started telling them about the tricks to steady the course when the wind is too harsh. He was going on and on how it's really important to stay on the course by steadying your body movement and concentrating, when the famous 'blah-blah-blah-my-father-blah-blah-blah' drawl finally started to irritate him.
"Mister Malfoy, what do you think you are doing?" Oliver asked in stern tone, eyeing Malfoy Jr displeasingly. Whole class stared at Malfoy who was boasting off to Pansy Parkinson.
Malfoy turned his stare to Oliver and said: "Nothing, Oliver."
"Professor Wood, for you."
"Come on, we're old buddies," Draco sneered.
"Ten point off Slytherin, Malfoy," growled Oliver silently and continued talking to the class.
Malfoy was quietly for some time, that didn't exceed length of thirty seconds, when he started telling something to Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy, that is another ten points off Slytherin. Next time I hear you utter a single word, I'm taking you immediately for a talk with your Head."
"I have understood Professor... what's your last name again," sneered Draco.
Oliver drew a deep breath and said and calmly as he could: "Potter, I want you take over the class as I take *Draco* to the Head of Slytherin."
Oliver then trailed off with Draco following him casually.
Oliver walked with Draco behind him without turning around. When they reached Snape's dungeon -
"Go and fetch Severus Snape."
Oliver uttered this in such voice that Draco did not protest.
Before going away, Draco gave Oliver a dark look, and still clutching his broom, went inside Snape's dungeon.
Minute later, Snape appeared, followed by Draco.
"What is all this about... my student tells me some interesting things," Snape said in perfectly calm voice.
"Your [i]student[/i] is being rude and he does not seem to know what it means when he's told to shut up," said Oliver, his serenity matching Snape's. But inside his blood was boiling.
"Draco, go back to your class," Snape ordered and Draco did so. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Yes," answered Oliver and started following Snape as the older man led him to his office.
Snape closed the door of the office behind him, and Oliver started: "I think that his bahaviour is rude and inappropriate..."
"Cut the shit," Snape sighed, pulling Oliver towards him and kissing him.
Oliver was being held by his shoulders close to Severus, as Severus was not getting his mouth off Oliver's, creating a vacuum.
It took Oliver some time to notice what was happening to him and to push himself away.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" snarled Oliver as he finally pushed himself away from Severus.
Severus licked his lips and responded: "You said you were interested in me..."
"I didn't mean it..."
"Oh, really? And why are you here?" Severus sneered.
"Because I want to talk to you about Draco Malfoy," Oliver said, wiping his mouth off his sleeve.
"This has nothing to do with Draco Malfoy... don't tell me there was absolutely no other way for you to deal with him then coming to me? He didn't castrate Harry Potter, he just didn't shut up," Snape made a point. And Oliver saw it.
Of course, that would explain why he had no intentions of screwing Fleur last night.
"And what were you doing in my office last night?" Snape asked, going closer to Oliver who just stood there.
"I wanted to know what time is the teachers' meeting..." Oliver spat looking straight into Severus' dark eyes.
"Oh really? Wasn't there Auntie Minerva to ask that?"
"She wasn't there... neither was Dumbledore..."
"So wasn't there any other teacher available with whom you were getting along at least a wee bit better then with me?" Snape said cynically, taking a hold of Oliver's shoulder again. Severus was slightly taller then Oliver.
"I don't know... I just wanted to bug you..." Oliver answered, closing his eyes.
"Bug me.... eh? Or tease me?" he asked, putting another hand on another shoulder of Oliver's.
"You evil old man..."
"You see my point there, laddie..." smirked Snape.
Oliver stood there and opened his mouth without a word. Snape knew what to do - he kissed Oliver. Oliver enjoyed Snape's tongue playing inside his mouth, going everywhere.
Snape slowly loosened the grip of Oliver's shoulders, travelling with his palms over Oliver's broad back.
After some time Severus let go of Oliver, but Oliver just stood there, eyes closed, his mouth still moving.
"You want more?" sneered Severus.
Oliver nodded pulling Severus' body to his.
"I believe we both class to teach," Severus said lightly and ushered Oliver outside.
Oliver retreated and went back to teaching his class.
Draco wasn't making any more problems.